[Transmigration + Farming + Weight Loss and Makeover + Divorce and Revenge + Business Success + Groveling Chase]
Su Manniang transmigrated.
In her previous life, she was a nutritionist and restaurant entrepreneur. When she opened her eyes, she found herself in the body of a foolish, obese bride married to a scholar candidate. The original owner weighed over two hundred pounds and was dull-witted, but had brought a generous dowry to the Zhao family and tirelessly served her in-laws and supported her husband’s studies.
Yet the Zhao family spent her money while despising her for being fat and ugly. Her mother-in-law called her a fat pig blocking the door, her sister-in-law treated her like a servant, and even her husband, Zhao Wenxuan, had never once looked at her properly. He was just waiting to pass the exams, seize her dowry, divorce his long-suffering wife, and marry the county magistrate’s daughter.
The day Su Manniang arrived, the Zhao family was forcing her to hand over her last shop.
She flipped the dinner table on the spot and slapped the divorce letter against Zhao Wenxuan’s face.
“You think I’m too fat? I think your whole family is rotten to the core! You don’t need to divorce me. I’m the one who doesn’t want this marriage!”
She reclaimed her dowry and settled old scores. The ones who left with nothing were not her, but the greedy Zhao family. After leaving them behind, Su Manniang put her health in order, controlled her diet, and exercised regularly. She started by selling low-fat braised snacks from a street stall, then gradually opened restaurants, built workshops, and founded a women’s wellness center.
The foolish, fat, ugly woman everyone once mocked not only slimmed down to become the most beautiful woman for miles around, but also expanded her business across the country and became the wealthy proprietor Su.
Later, Zhao Wenxuan’s career went nowhere and his family fortune was gone. He knelt before her grand mansion, eyes red, begging her to take him back.
Wearing a red dress, Su Manniang smiled sweetly as she twirled her golden abacus.
“Want to see me, Mr. Zhao? Take a number and wait in line.”
“The nobles and high officials hoping to work with me are already lined up outside the city gates.”